CALLED HOME TO EXILE BY DAVID ANTHONY SAM
Like the lizard, I have left
one skin behind, and feel
the time has come to shed another
and redeem all that I am not.
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THEY SAW IT COMING: AN ANNIE TEMPLE MYSTERY BY HELEN REED LEHMAN
Carla Warren and Andrew Nunn were lovers. Carla was first violin and concert master for the Mount Felicia orchestra. Her husband was a mediocre cellist, named Ned Warren.
Read MoreTHE MECHANIC BY JENNIFER WATKINS
That summer, when the plane touched down in Atlanta, my hair was still windblown from the Colorado Rockies. My mother’s words echoed as I stepped onto the tarmac: I’m bringing someone with me. I saw him before he saw me: Red-faced, gripping a row of avocado chairs. Well-worn blue jeans, shirt tucked tight. Slicked-back hair, two-day stubble, with his oil-stained fingers wrapped around my mother. “You’re pretty, just like your mama,” the mechanic drawled, all yellow-toothed smile. I glared at him, and the teeth disappeared. We rode from Atlanta to Conyers in silence.
Read MoreAFTERWARDS BY DAN KELTY
You could call me late
and not say a word
and I’d know it was you.
I’d never tell anyone.
CAJOLE ME TO TAKE ROOT AGAIN BY MAXINE SUSMAN
“for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing….”
Galway Kinnell, “St. Francis and the Sow”
Read MoreSupernova Spectacle By Kasy Long
The spaceship points toward the stars—
allowing the yellow rays of light to welcome
friends of the vast black space.
TERROR BY BRUCE PARKER
It was a dream in which people could see the future
and were happy knowing what was in store,
good weather, hard times, beautiful lovers, all life
to come —-
BENDING AROUND A BOULDER, OR MY FAVORITE MIYAZAKI MOVIES BY RACHEL ATTIAS
To know what we want is easy. The things we are supposed to desire are thrown in our faces all the time: happiness, prosperity, companionship. But to know what we don’t want takes a special ability to see ourselves clearly.
Read MoreREVERIE FOR PAST POETS BY SUSAN MORRIS
Stand and hold your breath for me
I’ve asked and you have done it
No favor has this earnest game
No greater will before you
Only I will say your name
and hold you in your glory
LOOKING BY STACEY Z. LAWRENCE
It is raining.
The sink is full of dirty dishes but I’m cooking anyway
a blue colander balances on chipped teacups.
I am singing
a song we used to know
ZOEY’S GOURMET MEAL BY JENNIFER O’NEILL PICKERING
My dog, Zoey, and I followed the cobblestone path to my chair; where I sat down to survey what needed to be done in the garden.
Read MoreASSISTED LIVING BY JEANNE-MARIE OSTERMAN
I join my father in the dining room.
I look around at the other residents who
are bobbing their heads up and down up and down,
gently nickering into their Jell-O
